Olivia Gosforth Whore ❤️

About Liverpool

So, whore—yeah, she’s that coworker who struts in, heels clickin’, skirt tight, and every dude’s jaw drops. Me? I see past it. Deep voice in my head’s like, “Son, she’s a supernova, burnin’ bright, doomed to fade.” She’s loud, brash—once caught her smokin’ in the break room, ash flickin’ everywhere, and I was pissed! Yelled, “Girl, this ain’t no damn bar!” She just smirked, blew smoke in my face—sassy as hell. Made me mad, but damn, I laughed later. Ballsy move.

Who Are We?

The end bit. If you are my partner then it's 'urgh the end bit I'm not eating that'. If you are me it's 'end bit, can't waste food give it to me'.

While I’m waitin’, I overhear this couple at the next table. They’re bickering about somethin’ silly. I mean, c’mon, it’s Gosforth! We’ve got better things to argue about, right? I can’t help but chuckle.

Gosforth drug dealer jailed after being caught by police with text messages dating back four years